In the midst of my window
That's facing the Sun...
Beneath our feet her heart's core pulses,
shaping time itself around each tiny beat of life...
There's a path
that meanders...
Serene bright touch
Bounces twilight daydreaming...
There's something about the air in Fall,
it begets this chill inside...
Flowers frown, wilting.
Silk leaves schrivled...
Sometimes...
when you cry...
The little kitten runs and hides.
Under the coffee table...
Her new green dress hangs
sublime, floating shy and coy...
What would happen if the sun never came up in the...
And if we never had that warmth, that nice...
I was once mighty and strong
Had thousands of fellow friends...
Pitter patter is the sound
I hear when the tiny droplets...